Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1155  A Cheap Copy?

”Tell me something.” Maxʼs tone was calm, almost casual, though his red eyes gleamed with a cold amusement. He kept his sword resting lightly against his shoulder as he looked straight at the figure before him. ”Do you only have the abilities I displayed just now, or all of my abilities?”

The copy smiled. It was the same smile Max used when mocking his enemies—a quiet curve of the lips that carried both confidence and cruelty. The reflection tilted its head slightly, the mirrored light dancing across its flawless skin.

”Oh, donʼt worry,” it said, its voice identical to his. ”I have only the ones youʼve shown so far. Everything youʼve revealed within this lake, I possess. You can rest easy knowing that even though I am your copy, I donʼt have every single one of your abilities.”

The way it said those words carried an unsettling sense of honesty. It wasnʼt lying. That somehow made it worse.

Max smirked faintly. ”Thatʼs good to know. At least youʼll be easier to deal with than I thought.”

The copy chuckled softly. ”You think so?” It stepped forward, each movement fluid and soundless, its reflection stretching long across the fragments of glass beneath its feet. The tone of its voice changed slightly—deeper, darker, colder. ”Maybe I donʼt have all your powers. But I have something far more interesting than your abilities.”

It raised a finger and pointed directly at Maxʼs chest. ”Your soul.”

A chill passed through the air. The space between them vibrated faintly, and for an instant, Max could feel the pressure of his own essence—his memories, emotions, and consciousness—echoing back at him.

The copyʼs eyes glowed faintly crimson. ”Tell me something, Max. How is it that I sense such restlessness within your heart? A constant motion, a faint tremor… like something clawing from inside you, trying to get out.”

Maxʼs brows furrowed slightly, his body tensing without his realizing it.

The copy smiled wider, sensing his reaction. ”You feel it too, donʼt you? That unease that never goes away. Youʼve been running from it ever since you stepped into this place. You distract yourself with battles, trials, power, and endless cultivation… but you never stop long enough to face it.”

It began to walk in a slow circle around him, the mirrored surface rippling under its feet as though the entire lake responded to its movements. ”You keep telling yourself that youʼve moved past everything—that you no longer care about your friends, your family, your sister, or the world you left behind. You tell yourself youʼve buried all of it. But thatʼs a lie.”

Max didnʼt move, but his gaze sharpened. The copy stopped walking and stared at him directly, its crimson eyes gleaming like twin mirrors reflecting his soul. ”Youʼve lost faith in everything and everyone. Youʼve cut off every bond, buried every emotion, and convinced yourself that only strength matters now. But deep down, youʼre still afraid.”

It tilted its head slightly, studying him as if he were an open book. ”Afraid that even when you reach the top, even when you become the strongest being in existence… youʼll still feel empty.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air was still, and the surface of the shattered lake reflected two identical figures locked in silence—two sides of the same being standing at the edge of truth and denial.

Then, the copy smiled again, faintly and coldly. ”So tell me, Max Voidwalker,” it said softly. ”Which one of us is the real you?”

”You think too much.” Maxʼs tone was calm, devoid of any emotion.

The moment those words left his mouth, his sword flashed with crimson lightning. The energy rippled through the air like a wave of destruction, and in the next instant, the battlefield erupted into chaos.

A single step shattered the space beneath him. Lightning coiled around his body like serpents as he vanished, appearing before his copy in a burst of light. His sword swung down in an arc so fast that the air split apart, and a faint sonic boom echoed through the mirrored lake.

The copy moved at the same time, mirroring Maxʼs attack perfectly. Two identical blades clashed, releasing a deafening explosion that fractured the nearby fragments of the lake. Ripples of distorted space spread outward, tearing apart everything caught between them.

The mirrored reflection of the world around them shattered completely.

Max pushed forward, eyes cold and unblinking, his movements sharp and precise. Each strike of his sword carried immense weight—lightning, flame, and spatial distortion intertwined into a single devastating rhythm.

The copy, however, fought with equal mastery. It anticipated every swing, countered every move, and even matched Maxʼs footwork flawlessly. Every time Max accelerated with Extreme Speed, the copy vanished too. Every time he unleashed Heaven Piercing Thunderclap Sword, the same crimson lightning erupted from his opponentʼs blade.

The clash of their powers lit up the sky in alternating flashes of blue and red.

”You canʼt hide behind silence forever,” the copy said, its voice steady even as their swords collided again and again. ”Every attack you make is a denial. Every strike is you trying to kill what you refuse to face.”

Max didnʼt respond. His expression didnʼt change. Only his attacks grew sharper.

He twisted his wrist, channeling Spatial Distortion into his sword. The very air bent around his blade as he brought it down, collapsing several layers of space into a single point. The resulting impact exploded outward, hurling both of them across the fractured ground.

Max landed lightly, while the copy slid backward, leaving a trail of cracked reflection beneath its feet.

The clone laughed softly. ”You see? Even your power rejects you. Every law bends to your will, but your heart remains chained.”

Max appeared behind it instantly, silent as death. His sword swung horizontally, covered in roaring black flames from his infernal energy. The impact sent a shockwave through the lake, breaking the surface into countless fragments that floated midair like shattered glass.

”I donʼt care about what you think,” Max said coldly as the reflection staggered backward. ”Youʼre just a shadow.”

The copy straightened itself, eyes glowing faintly. ”Maybe. But shadows always follow their source.”

It thrust its hand forward, unleashing a pulse of spatial collapse. The ground beneath Max twisted violently as gravity inverted, sending shards of reflection flying upward. Max countered instantly, his own Spatial Collapse nullifying the distortion.

Both figures rushed forward again, their swords colliding in a dance of absolute precision. Sparks of lightning exploded each time their blades met.

Neither of them missed a beat.

Neither of them hesitated.

Every clash created ripples in the sky, as though two universes were colliding and reforming with each strike.